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| We will know won't we? The stars will explode in the sky. | |
| I don't believe in an interventionist God, but I know, darling, that you do | |
| And I kissed her goodbye, said, 'All beauty must die', and leant down and planted a rose 'tween her teeth | |
| And with a little penknife held in her hand she plugged him through and through | |
| The city is an ogre squatting by the river - it gives life but it takes it away, my youth | |
| You're one microscopic cog in his catastrophic plan | |
| Well, I thought about my friend, Michel - How they rolled him in linoleum and shot him in the neck | |
| I got a woman - she rules my house with an iron fist | |
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| Come sail your ships around me, and burn your bridges down | |
| A hooked bone rising from my food - all things either good or ungood | |
| And boss Bellini, waving his smoking pistol around, saying 'The nag is dead meat. We can't afford to carry dead weight' | |
| Distant thunder rumble. Rumble hungry like the Beast. The Beast it cometh, cometh down. | |
| ...and standing like this with my ear to the ceiling - Listen I know it must sound absurd, but I can hear the most melancholy sound I ever heard | |
| I hold this letter in my hand - a plea, a petition, a kind of prayer | |
| You asked a famous cook if he'd seen me, he opened his oven wide. He basted you with butter, babe, and made you crawl inside | |
| Maybe it was you or maybe it was me. You came on like a punch in the heart | |
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